#neptune’s daughter

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[aphroditeinthesea]

“ but (brother) i love him ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡️

a/n i saw someone wrote a fic with a super similar premise, i swear im not copying them, i just had bad timing of posting this

⚠️ swearing & references to sex and pregnancy

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When Percy’s younger sister had joined the Seven on the Argo II, he hadn't expected to line up any boundaries. After all, why would any of the guys go after his baby sister. Even if she was only a year younger than him. However, that was until a day that had started like all the rest. Everyone had had breakfast that morning, gone over some plans, but when y/n subconsciously put her hair into a ponytail,

Percy looked up, “what’s that?”

Y/N froze as she locked eyes with her brother, “what’s what?”

He glanced around at everyone else. He raised an eyebrow, “on your neck?”

She nervously laughed, briefly looking towards the bewildered Jason, “oh, that?” she smiled, “I fell out of bed and hit my neck on my nightstand.”

“Really?” Percy crossed his arms, “when? That must’ve really hurt to have left two bruises.”

She nodded, puffing air out of her mouth, “yeah, it was yesterday. Let me tell you, it was a doozy.”

“I’m surprised you didn't mention before if it hurt that much.”

“Well, I, uh, forgot about it.”

“You forgot about it?” he nodded, “did you not, I don't know, look in a mirror?”

“Yeah, I was having a bad hair day, so-”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth interjected, “you guys are actually painful to listen to.”

Piper agreed, “y/n, who was it?”

She stuttered, looking at everyone. Excuses cluttered her mind, not one seeming good enough to tell her brother. She took a deep breath before speaking again, “myself?”

“What the fuck?”

“It was me.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jason. Y/N eyes were torn between the two boys, she started wondering if Jason was actually going to be murdered right there and then.

“You made out with my sister?”

The blond locked eyes with the daughter of Poseidon, “no- technically, yes, but not just that, I- uhm.”

“Percy,” she added.

“What do you mean, not just that?”

Jason shook his head, “I don't mean, you know, I just mean that it wasn't like a one time thing-”

“What?”

“Percy-”

“Not like that, oh my gods,” the son of Jupiter panicked.

“What do you mean by that, weather boy?”

“I-”

“I’m having his baby!” Y/N finally said. Everyone stared at her in shock. Both Jason and Percy had gone completely silent while the former tried to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“You- what- but-”

She slowly nodded before bursting into laughter, “no, I’m totally not, but you should see your faces.”

Percy held his forehead, “Y/N.”

Jason let out a breath, “that wasn't funny.”

“Come on, Jase,” she smiled, “it was kinda funny.”

“Y/N, that was not at all funny,” her brother responded, trying to stifle a laugh, “as much as I hate to agree with the perv,” he sent a glare towards Jason.

Her smile dropped, “I was just trying to get you to listen to me,” she defended, “have you even considered how I feel about this?”

“I’m just looking out for you,” he responded, “as your older brother, I know what’s best.”

“Oh my gods,” she exclaimed in disbelief, “you're ridiculous, I’m leaving.” She shook her head before running off to her room. She frowned as she thought about how her brother could be ignorant to her feelings. She crawled into her bed, wrapping herself in the covers. She tried to hold in tears as her anger grew. She wanted to scream and yell at her brother about how much the son of Jupiter meant to her.

The door creaked open, followed by a soft, “hey.” She didn't look up as she pretended to be asleep, “I know you're awake.”

She grumbled, “go away, Perce.”

“I overreacted about you and Jason,” he admitted, “I’m sorry.”

She sat up, “you don't get it.”

“I don't,” he nodded, “but, it’s not like dad’s around a lot, I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

“You can protect me,” she added, “but not from the boy I love.”

Percy raised his eyebrows, “you love him?”

She sighed, “I really do.”

He looked away for a second, not speaking, “you should be with him, y/n.”

“You mean that?”

He nodded, “of course, but if he hurts you, I’ll make his shroud myself.”

She laughed, “okay, but I trust him not to.”

“Good,” he smiled, “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Seconds after he left, a blond boy walked in, “y/n?”

She looked up at her boyfriend, grinning, “hi, baby.”

His cheeks turned pink at the nickname, “what did Percy say?” He asked as he sat down on her bed.

“He's okay with us, as long as you don't hurt me,” she giggled.

He softly chuckled, “I won't,” he slowly moved a piece of hair behind her ear, “I love you.”

“That's what I told him.”

The door opened again, “time’s up.”

They both looked up, “what?” she spoke.

“I’m okay with you two dating,” he turned his attention to Jason, “but you still screwed my sister.”

“Percy!”

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyy! I was wondering if you could do a hc for jason x daughter of Neptune like a beach date and it end with the Neptune girl having a full collection of shells and Jason taking care of her? If that makes sense?! 💗💗

beach day w my baby | headcanons

— jason grace x daughter of neptune!reader

☆ radiostar is playing: sunburn by almost monday…!

warnings: language, as usual I think. a/n: hey beautiful person how you're doing? ofc makes sense so put your sunglasses on girl, we're having a beach day!

Jason couldn’t think of a better way to spend the day than taking you to the beach. Sure, it seemed a bit cliché for a daughter of Neptune, but you couldn’t deny that you missed being near the sea, especially when everyone at Camp Jupiter saw you as just a bad omen. Jason wished it could be like at Camp Half-Blood, where the kids of the Big Three were almost too respected.

You reached for his hand, and he put those thoughts aside. He wanted to focus on you today and have a good time.

For your day at the beach...

Jason carried the backpack with all the essentials, double-checking everything before you left:

- Sunscreen? Check. Maybe it didn’t bother you or him, but he had to protect both of your skin.

- Towels to dry off? Check.

- An inflatable donut? It wasn’t for you, it was for him. He’s a good swimmer, but he wanted to relax too (which clearly didn’t happen).

- And finally, a small net bag.

- water

- snacks

- a protector for his glasses

- a change of clothes for both.

You’d probably drag him through the sand and play with him in the water. Jason held you tightly by the waist, and you smiled in that special way you only did when you were near the water... and him.

He was sweating from the heat and also because you made him nervous. How long have you been his girlfriend? He lost count (okay, he knows exactly, but it’s been long enough for him to be used to it).

He’s a shrimp if he doesn’t protect himself, but even with sunscreen, his face had pink spots.

You took him to a deeper spot with the help of an air bubble, showing him places he could never have seen without you.

Kissing underwater.

Putting sunscreen on each other. Jason always shyly asked when he got near places that might bother you with his hands.

When you were taking a break in the shade on your towels, he would direct a breeze toward you. No heatwave would threaten you.

He kept both of you hydrated.

Then you smiled and reached into the bag for the one thing you begged him to bring: your net bag. “Be right back,” you giggled anxiously and ran off before your boyfriend could say anything. Jason tried to stay put but ended up going with you.

“Look at this!” you squealed, holding up a shell to Jason’s eye level. The comparison was clear because that shell was a shade of blue similar to his eyes. Jason framed the view with his hands.

“Are there shells that color?” You shrugged and tossed it into the net to keep searching until you had a big collection.

Tired, you sat at the edge of the shore, where the tide just touched your toes, and Jason mimicked you. He kissed your forehead and smiled warmly as the sun began to set.

You held the net up, admiring the diversity and beauty of something so simple, then hugged it to your chest, looking a bit sad.

“Something wrong?” your boyfriend asked, noticing your heaviness and thinking you might have hurt yourself.

“Nothing,” you said, standing up and shaking the sand off your legs. “I’m going to put them back where they belong.”

He found it strange. If you’d put so much effort into collecting them, why return them?

“I’m afraid my father will get mad at me for taking something so precious,” you explained, “or that guy Grover will chase me for damaging the ecosystem,” you added with a more genuine laugh.

So, Jason helped you spread out what you had collected. You didn’t feel bad about doing the right thing; quite the opposite.

“All set?” Jason called a few meters away, and you nodded. He noticed you were holding something in your hand and asked with his eyes.

You extended your hand, revealing the unusual shell with the same eye color as Jason. “I know my dad won’t be mad if I take just one,” you said, taking Jason’s hand. He smiled and carried you bridal-style to the showers to wash off the sand.

[happyk44]

Percy: You know, it's a little rude that Thalia gets a Roman sibling and you get a Roman sibling. Where's my Roman sibling? Why am I the one being left out? After all I've done??

Nico: I mean. I can introduce you to one of the dead ones.

Percy: Yeah, alright, I guess. Not really the same, but whatever.

Nico and Percy: *meet one of Percy's dead Roman half-siblings*

Percy: I change my mind, I don't want one anymore.

Nico: Smart choice.

[12thdoctorkazami]

"You, the Fury of the Sea, have so many things to scream, so many revenge to take and so many suffering. Yet, you're staying serene, not because King of Gods' commands you harsly but a Child of Night asks you kindly."

I do not know why but I like to draw Poseidon crying. I'm an angst girlie!

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|| Ych: Nong__mal

[karmaswitch]

Jason Grace x daughter of Poseidon/ Neptune is my favorite trope

[moghedien]

they're unphased by her saying this creepy shit because it has nothing to do with visions or space powers and is just a side effect of being raised by Michiru

[artistofolympus]

Do you think were together in every universe?

Heyyyyyy~

 I'm late to this trend but I still thought I would do it even though it's bad because I don't know how to draw squiggle vision not everybody has After Effects🙄🙄🙄 I hope you like it (even though the editing could be better but I am NOT an editor). Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I was supposed to upload this yesterday but for some reason, Tumblr wouldn't let me Tumblr's not letting me do a lot of things lately. I was trying to post a poll a few days ago and I literally couldn't post it. But you know that's fine it is what it is and I will be posting something else today because on this two-week holiday ,for me, I'm going to try and post everyday

Anyway, have a good morning😊😊

[iliveinyourfridge67]

Rating Rick Riordan books with only emojis

The lightning thief 🥰☹️

the lose hero 😦😍

son of Neptune 🥲😋

mark of Athena 😭😢

house of hades 😰

daughter of the deep 😭🥺

[catinasink]

im so fucking tired

[predatoryseasnail]

Where's the daughter of Neptune, Rick?

Like, seriously, where is she?

All the Big Three have at least two kids, one Greek and one Roman, one male and one female.

Zeus has Thalia, his Greek kid who emulates his lightning, and Jupiter has Jason, his Roman son who channels the winds.

Hades has Nico, who is the stereotypical Greek son of the lord of the dead, and Pluto has Hazel, his Roman kid who reminds demigods that he is the god of riches too.

Poseidon has Percy, his great demigod son who is just like the sea.

Where is Neptune's daughter, the child of the Earthshaker, who makes the ground quake when she's mad? Where is the girl who has a greater affinity with horses than even Percy or Hazel, who wins any horse race she participates in? Where is the demigoddess who is so much more comfortable in a lake than in the sea, because Romans associated Neptune with freshwater more than the sea? The girl that the legionnaires always blame when a fresh drought comes in, who's shunned because Neptune's kids are considered dangerous to have around, who understands Nico di Angelo on a level that the Greeks don't get, because she's considered bad luck too? The girl that immediately volunteered to go with Jason Grace when he quested to kill the Trojan Sea Monster, because he didn't know the ocean like she did?

Where is she, Rick?

[hauntingblue]

Luffy eating watermelon 🍉

[aphroditeinthesea]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Poseidon fem reader x Jason Grace blurb or hcs about their relationship with each other, but she has a pet cat that she is obsessed with and Jason is just admiring the two while his gf is treating her cat like a baby and saying it our kid? If that makes sense??

“ with two cats in the yard (life used to be so hard) ”

jason grace x daughter of poseidon ⚡

a/n this is my favorite request i have ever gotten, whoever sent this in ilysm & ik u said blurb but i got carried away

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“Where’s the baby?” Y/N spoke right as Jason opened the door to his cabin.

He laughed, “she’s asleep,” he let her in, softly kissing her cheek as she entered.

He had been spending the past two days with y/n’s cat while she had to go on a quest.

She smiled as she softly brushed her index finger along the cat’s forehead, whispering, “mommy’s home.” The tabby let out a small noise while she opened her eyes. Just like an infant would, the cat reached up her front paws, leaning up on y/n.

She picked up the cat, who made herself comfortable on her owner’s shoulder, “did you miss me?”

“Are you asking me or her?” Jason remarked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “maybe both.”

He grinned as he stepped closer to her, “I think I speak for both of us when I say, I missed you.”

She giggled, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend, “good, you know I was hoping you two would bond while I was gone.”

He gently petted the back of the cat, “yeah, we’re best friends now.”

Y/N held the cat in front of her to look at her face, “did you have fun with daddy?”

The boy choked on his spit, “daddy?”

“Yes, daddy,” she faced the cat towards him, “this is our daughter.”

He smiled, “I’d hope that our future kids have better names than Purrmaid.”

“Hey!” She pulled the cat away, “I named her when I had just gotten claimed,” she defended, “and that’s Madame Purrmaid of the Atlantic to you.”

“Oh gods, that’s even worse.”

“I was twelve!”

The cat meowed.

She handed Purrmaid to Jason, “tell her you’re sorry.”

He grabbed the cat, cradling her, “daddy’s sorry for making fun of your name.” He went to let her, but she swatted his hand, leaving a scratch.

“She’s mad at you.”

“She is not,” he went to pet her again, instead getting scratched once more, “she might be.” He placed her on the ground before she swatted one of his legs, “what did I do?!”

His girlfriend cackled, “she’s going through a phase.” He exaggeratedly frowned, she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “it’s okay, I still love you.”

He held her waist, “promise?”

“Promise,” she reached up to kiss him again, “can I crash in your bed? I’m exhausted.”

“That’s what it’s there for,” he replied.

She sluggishly crawled under his covers. Purrmaid followed, laying on y/n’s chest.

Jason laid down next to the two, “is that comfortable?”

“I can’t breathe, but it’s okay.” She grabbed his hand, “you okay?”

“I’m fine, they’re small,” he comforted, “unlike Purrmaid.”

“You take that back!”

“I will once you stop feeding her your leftover lunch.”

“She gets hungry!”

“I don’t think cats are supposed to eat broccoli, my love.”

“Hmph,” she looked away for a second before turning back to the bright blue eyes, “we should get another one.”

He smiled, “you wanna?”

“We can get a boy, and you can name him!” She planned out.

“I won’t be naming him Thun-purr.”

“Aww, that’d be so cute though.”

“Fine,” he kissed her forehead, “I’ll name him whatever you want me to.”

“It’ll depend on what he looks like,” she replied, “because if it’s a tabby, he’ll be Harry, if he’s light, he’ll be Niall-”

“I take it back, you’re not naming him after One Direction.”

She lightly hit his shoulder, “I was joking, loser.”

“Sure, you were.”

“Seriously, what would you name a cat?” She softly questioned.

He sighed, “I’ve always kind of wanted to get a cat named, uh,” he hesitated, “don't make fun of me.”

“Babe, my cat is named Madame Purrmaid of the… I can't even finish.”

He chuckled, twirling his fingers in her hair, “fine, I wanted a cat to name Cannoli.”

She grinned, “that’s adorable!”

“Thanks,” he embarrassedly looked down while still smiling, “there used to be this bakery in New Rome where they had the world’s best cannolis and one time I saw this giant orange cat walking by it and I always thought that’s exactly the kind of cat I wanted.”

“Then you shall have your very own Cannoli,” she declared in a British accent, “I’ve actually never had a cannoli.” “Next time I head to New Rome, you're coming with me,” he smiled, “you and Purry.”

“Like that was a question,” she replied, petting the feline.

He breathily laughed, “do you want anything to eat?”

“I’m kinda craving a cannoli.”

“You’ve never had one,” he responded, confused.

“Yeah, but you love them so much, they must be good,” she added, “you have good taste.”

“I do?”

“You like me, I think that’s enough proof.”

“That’s a good point.”

She opened her arms, “come give mommy some sugar,” she said using a strange Boston accent.

“Y/N,” he rubbed his temples, “what are you talking about?”

“I don't know, I haven't slept in 20 hours.”

“Here,” he moved the blanket further over her and the cat, “get some sleep and I’ll get you something to eat, okay?”

She nodded as he began to walk away, “wait!”

He turned around, “yeah?”

“I love you.”

He grinned, he jogged back over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Ahem?”

“Sorry,” he put his hand on Purrmaid, “love you, too.”

[nyxtalksmusic]

clipped a section of neptune so i can drown specifically in this bit

Crowded enough No light above How could I not tear you apart?

Crowded enough No light above How could you not tear me apart?

[happyk44]

Jason: WHERE IS CORAL?! I NEED TO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM!

Hazel untucked her scarf from around her neck. Her shoulders stayed warm while her neck and lower jaw cooled in the low warmth of the shop inside. She settled down across from Jason. He was still picking at the inside of his palms. His eyes didn't meet hers. Instead they were drawn from person to person, both in and outside the store.

She could see the mental calculations he was making, the little judgments he was giving them all. There were a handful of signs strewn across the walls. Did he study them? Or was it something more innate, like when they would crossed state lines and he made Dakota throw out his bag of weed because it was suddenly illegal?

Normally he didn't care. Things like that, little tiny stupid things, didn't matter to him, even if social and legal laws declared otherwise. But the more it piled on, the strain, the weight of it - like Atlas and the world. He'd get jumpy about correctness. Twitchier than normal. Make them stand at a crosswalk until the light turned green even if no cars were coming. Fisted his hands so tight she was sure he'd cut off circulation just because someone missed the trashcan and didn't double back to try again.

It would shift to other things. His tics became more pronounced, he'd get snappier, would meet people's eyes less and less and less. And, like now, would start to tear at his own skin - unwilling to hurt others over things so minor it left no choice but to hurt himself.

She took out the brand new gloves she just got from the little store across the street. When she took his hands, he didn't react. Still passing his gaze from person to person. Idle judgements over whatever miniscule law they were breaking - whether legal, social, or his own little rules. She wiped down his bloody palms and slipped the gloves on quickly. Maybe not the best idea to stick fuzzy fabric over an open wound but better than it become a gaping hole rather than a shallow picked grave.

"Jason." He twitched, but his eyes stayed locked on a little girl loudly scraping her knife against her plate. His fingers jumped in tandem with each scrape. "Jason."

He dragged his focus to her face, then down to the table, to their held hands. His fingers curled around hers. No meeting her eyes. Impossible. He was too predatory for that right now. Just barely hanging onto the bits and pieces of himself that knew better than to bite every person who so much as breathed in a way he didn't agree with.

She ran her thumbs soothingly over the back of his hands. "Hold your breath for a bit."

A subtle breeze tugged at the nape of her neck. It twisted into the baby hairs along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps down to her collarbone. The little kid at the table next of them yanked their jacket in closer.

Slowly, the breeze stilled as his chest stopped moving. She gave his hand a couple more gentle strokes before releasing him and grabbing her now cooled coffee. It was milkier than it had been when she left. Taking a sip revealed it was sweeter too. Jason's teeth grit so hard, the veins along his throat popped.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it," he grumbled.

"You don't know my thoughts."

He huffed. His shoulders rolled back, lifting up to his ears. Not that it was hard given how much he was hunching forward, pulling in and in and in. A wolf protecting his belly.

The gruff of his voice curdled thick as it hit the air. "Guess in the dark."

She sipped at her coffee. "My dad drinks it black. And with, like, a million coffee grounds." Jason's eye twitched. "Apparently he hates sleep. Or just Somnus, I haven't figured it out yet."

Jason's shoulders rolled even higher. A shallow exhale fell a hushed stream of "Steady drip, three seconds, two sugars, stir twice." He tilted his head back and stared at the cieling. "Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink."

She threw a sugar packet at him and he went silent. It took him a few seconds before he lowered his head back to a normal rest position. His jawline was shaky. No eye contact - just point blank range at the table, like he was afraid if he blinked his self-control and composure would shatter.

Jason had a far greater willpower than he gave himself credit for at moments like these. He'd always turn on himself before he turned on innocent strangers for the small things they did wrong.

"She's gonna be here soon," Hazel offered. She clacked her nails against the side of her cup. "We could howl?"

"I'm not howling in here." Fast. Monotone.

There were benefits to growing up under heavy scrutiny - black, girl, cursed. All the possible judgements of strangers mattered naught to her. People expected the worst and sometimes got weird but not harmful. Like when she'd wander into shops with Frank draped across her shoulders, talking their snack options aloud to him and waiting for him to shake a scaly head "yes" or "no" in response.

He couldn't always read very well with animal eyes.

Jason was different. His judgements were always positive. In a way, it seemed worse. Everyone always expecting the absolute best, never able to relax, always afraid of falling. At least when she came home from hearing whispers on the street, she could shake it off and unwind.

She wasn't entirely sure Jason had ever fully unwound in his life. Built tight and taut like a lone piece of cord holding everything down in hurricane. Everything rested on him not to destroy it all.

Time tacked on, quiet, stressed. Jason was catatonic. His breathing so shallow, the only reason she knew he was still alive was that he hadn't keeled over yet. Souls were still difficult for her. Living ones most especially. But she fought through the strain and kept a steady hand on his electric yellow soul fighting for sanity beneath his skin. The surface of it was muddled with anguish, distress, and rage. The rest was buried, too far for her to enter right now. Especially considering he was wound up tighter than a yo-yo.

Behind her the bell on the door rang for a third time. Jason's eyes snapped to attention. They tracked the person all the way to the table. Still he barely moved an inch as Coral came to sit next to Hazel.

She didn't address either of them. Just said, "Move" in that empty voice of hers and plonked down when Hazel did.

Jason twitched at Coral's blunt rudeness. But Hazel didn't take offense. Before she might've gotten annoyed, but now it was just Coral. She wasn't rude or cruel on purpose. She was just being herself.

"It's good to say please," Hazel said as she pulled her coffee over to her.

Coral blinked. "Oh. Right." She tilted her head at Hazel. "Do I have to say it now? You already moved."

"Nah." Hazel waved her off even as Jason twitched again. "Just remember for the future."

Coral nodded, once, a fluid bob of her head, like water sloshing back and forth. Jason's eyes were still stuck on her. Desperate electric blue under blonde lashes. A twist of lightning blipped across his cheek. Coral turned to face him. Both their faces were unreadable, but the tone between them was obvious - Coral, untethered, unbothered; Jason, a starved animal ready to eat.

Finally Jason exhaled, straightened up, and settled back. Regal, strong. No weakness. "Food?"

"She'll eat later," Hazel cut in. "You need to fight first." She held up one finger, tilted her head back and downed the rest of her coffee in one go. She coughed as her head dropped. "Ugh. Alright. Let's go."

Coral slid off the booth bench. Hazel slid after her. Jason reached for her hand before he stood up.

"Did he fix it again?" Coral asked as they walked to the door.

"No," Jason lied.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Of course, he did. He's a nuisance."

"Coffee isn't-" Jason cut himself off and squeezed her hand instead. His gaze pointedly shifted away. His jaw tightened.

"It's fine," Hazel said.

As they waited at the crosswalk, Coral glanced back at them over her shoulder. "I saw an empty parking lot on my way here. It's behind a motel. We could kill each other there."

Her face was too neutral for such a statement. Hazel almost wanted to laugh.

Jason didn't answer so Hazel did for him. "Yeah." She swept her thumb over the back of his hand as his muscles tensed when a little kid ran through the crosswalk, the light still red. "Sounds good."

[12thdoctorkazami]

"He's just like the sea. Dealing with Poseidon is like dealing with unstable sea. Living with an unstable sea might be difficult but not impossible. You either have to understand his language or you have to become a bigger wave to deal with. It... takes time to learn when to use the right option. Luckily, I've had enough time to find out."

RAAAA I FINALLY MADE MY PERSONAL POSEIDON IN GAME'S STYLE. [Not really I'm not good with game's style but I'm enjoying by myself.]

It is not a re-desing or anything I just made an excuse to draw mine in his fancy outfit. I love Hades!Poseidon, don't get me wrong!

Personally I like his coral crown and star on his shoulder. David has seashell so he can get star to match with his husband :'

And yeaa im not really happy with his face- but im happy with muscles! hehe- heh... aye okay I'm leavingi

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